Chapter 123 The Saint of Justice Sisyphus

"You finally understand."

Yaweng's always stern face couldn't help but soften a little.

But he still didn't put on a good face.

He just put down the tea and showed a mocking expression: "But the funny thing is that those common people still don't understand.

"They just know that my old man likes stories. So in this land, stories can even become the hardest currency—it can be exchanged for slaves, houses, land, and titles. Because as long as I can get my If you approve, you will have the opportunity to become the bishop of the church.

"So those rich people stay by those writers, playwrights, and bards every day. It's like a dog in a restaurant. It will stand by when you eat, watching your every move... hoping If they can leak some meat one day, they will be ecstatic to pick it up."

Speaking of this, Yaweng couldn't help laughing out loud.

That certainly wasn't a kind smile.

Rather, it was like being amused by a clown... It was a condescending smile full of arrogance and sarcasm: "Don't you think they are an outstanding drama in themselves?

"These clowns. These cheaters. These rich people. These nobles. This island. This whole country—it makes me laugh.

"In the beginning, when they bought a good story, they couldn't wait to find a good-looking and smart one from their own children and send them to the church. Let them contribute to me in the name of the creator of the story... They actually thought it would be good for me. Lied to me. Hahahahahaha!"

Javon laughed.

Annan also sighed.

Do they really believe that these bought stories can fool the gods?

No……

Or, would they rather believe it to be true?

"But your side..."

"Of course I accepted some people, but scolded away more."

Jawon shrugged: "Because some of them are indeed talented. They don't need to buy those stories at all, as long as their children come to church, or simply practice more at home, this goal can be achieved by itself.

"But they don't believe it. They have to spend money to cheat... They would rather believe in money than their children or their talents. Compared with their ridiculous behavior, this scene of 'live drama' is more attractive my gaze.

"After that, things took a new turn. They saw that I accepted some people and dismissed some people, and they thought it was 'the story wasn't good enough'.

"They set up some 'art review committees' on their own, trained some 'art appreciation committees', and asked them to analyze the 'works' brought by those who I rejected-it really made them look like imitators. Decently found some rules, and became the so-called 'standard of good or bad art'!"

Speaking of this, Yaweng was overjoyed and laughed so hard.

An "artistic standard" that never existed in the first place.

It has directly become an industry, a guild.

"Since then, every time I scold some people away, they have to analyze what is wrong with the works brought by this person; every time I accept some people,

They have to analyze the merits of this work. The thing is, it's the people I'm looking at from the very beginning...not the story itself.

"They live by stories, but they don't understand what [story is a living thing]--story is an invisible monster that can absorb the nutrients of life, gradually grow and distort. It is human desire, human pain, and human desire. Struggling...is a part of being human, like a cut off hair, a gouged out eye. It is the flesh and blood that is cut off in pain and hope."

Javon leaned on the chair and said casually: "And the stories they stole did not take root in the soil called 'life'. Although the flowers looked beautiful at first glance, they were rootless flowers, empty and nothingness.

"Just like the story of... that Hamlet you once told me."

As Jawong spoke, he suddenly stabbed at Annan: "That is not the story of our world. It may be a projection of society in another world, but in our place, it does not herald or symbolize anything. ... The contradictions in that world are not the contradictions here, and the desires of people are not our desires.

"The people of Noah couldn't understand why the people of Winter would cry and leave their hometown, just as the people of Winter couldn't understand why they valued money more than family affection; here in Denisoa, fishermen and sailors would become pirates at any time, they were sea But when it comes to the Diamond Island, which is very close to here, it becomes a conflict between the miners and the mine owners.

"Story is a living thing, Annan. I hope you can remember this... People in every country and every place have different demands. And use your own 'thinking' to measure the pain of the other party for yourself , This is a kind of arrogance."

Speaking of this, Yaweng glanced at Zhiji: "It's like that little fool who only encouraged you to get the holy bones before letting you advance to gold... Do you know why?"

"……why?"

Annan really didn't know the answer to this question.

He just remembered that Zhi Ji had indeed suggested this to him back then...but he didn't say the reason behind it. And Annan also hesitated because of this, and finally gave up this statement because the holy skeleton was nowhere in sight, so he decided to rush for time.

But judging from Yaweng's meaning... it seems that he did the right thing?

"You can also read that sentence, 'fate is a rut' or something... your luck is indeed very good."

Yaweng said slowly: "The meaning of the holy bones is 'inheritance'. It is an inexhaustible flame for great people to preserve their unfinished business and hand it over to future generations.

"The superhumans of the 'dyed soul' and the 'condensed soul' get the holy bones for completely different purposes. The superhumans with dyed souls have unwavering desire and determination, so the holy bones will ask them to 'Do those things' and offer them power in exchange.

"But if it is the superhumans of the 'condensed soul'...their souls are as pure as water and as clean as silver. They have not been contaminated by desire, so it means that they have more possibilities. They get Holy bones, the soul will be soaked and discolored by the desire in the holy bones."

As Yaweng said, he looked at Annan with something pointed and full of deep meaning: "Using your...'system'. That is to say, 'if you obtain the holy bones at the silver level, you can inherit the profession of the first generation of saints', you Did you think of anything?"

"...The Wizard's Tower?"

Annan blurted out.

Although he was somewhat concerned about the "system" Jawon mentioned, he immediately realized that the information about the holy bones was more important.

If one obtains the holy skeleton at the silver level, one can use the holy skeleton to dye one's soul and obtain a designated occupation.

——Isn't this the inheritance of the tower master? !

"Well said."

Yaon nodded in satisfaction.

He sighed and poured himself and Annan each a cup of tea.

This tea color and tea aroma are the best that Annan has never seen or tasted. This is naturally one of the world-leading skills that Jawon has mastered.

"The 'occupation' inherited by the wizard tower is the last remnant of those 'dead gods'."

Yawen lifted his teacup and took a sip.

He said calmly: "And the first 'saint' in the world—that is, the body of [Heart of Justice], the righteous saint...the reason why he became a saint was because he could not become a god, but It is strong enough. He does not want his inheritance of "the way of justice" to be cut off. People in the future yearn for justice but cannot find it...

"So before he died, he used his last strength to open a trail outside the 'Road to Ascension'.

"...Then, he is so outstanding, why didn't he become a god?"

Hearing this, Annan vaguely realized something.

Both the girl with the cup and the paper girl suggested that they should get the "Heart of Justice", but neither the mysterious lady nor Yawen believed that they were suitable for the "Heart of Justice". Coupled with the identity of the first saint...

He suddenly [understands].

"...Is it because of Tianche Yushou?"

"right."

Yaon nodded.

The smile on his face completely subsided.

He slowly put down the teacup, with an expressionless expression on his face: "The Saint of Justice is far older than other saints, and much older.

"His name is Sisyphus, he is a brave and cheerful young man, and he is also a follower of the Heavenly Chariot. He is the last god to be promoted by the "Sky Chariot" and the only god who failed to ascend.

"He loves Tianche Yushou deeply, and also respects and worships her. He vowed that when he becomes a god, justice will prevail everywhere and never be late... Therefore, he has been recognized by the world and won the title of "Pale The Book of Truth of "Justice". And the Sky Chariot Rider will personally send him to the Light Realm.

"And just when he ascended halfway on the sky train...

"—Craniot, she has fallen. Right in front of Sisyphus."

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